goodbye my sweetheart

Eye, "So - get out of here."

Although Ethan is young, he is very strong. He doesn't care about her blows. He doesn't intend to give up on her pursuit at all. He put the freesia in her hair and said, "Although I don't even know what your name is." I don't even know, but I just fell in love with you. Yes, I love you. The first time I saw you, my heart was no longer my own. You know? When I saw you, I It was like seeing an angel."

Katherine held the paper bag in both hands, and couldn't spare the hand to drop the flower. Ethan's words made her anxious to cry, this was the first time.

Stefan watched the scene from a distance, listening to their conversation.

No one could feel the shock in Stefan's heart. He hid in the car and almost cried to the point of collapse. When he saw Ethan and Katherine, it was like looking in the mirror of time. He forgave himself, he finally forgave himself.

In the past 100 years, he hated himself for falling in love with an unfaithful woman like Katherine-this was something his dignity would never allow.He is like a harsh judge, judging himself day and night.But when he witnessed history repeating itself, Stefan realized that it was only natural and understandable that he would fall in love with Katherine back then.Every teenager in the world will fall in love with the wrong girl, and every girl in the world will fall in love with the wrong boy.This is almost an inevitable stage of life, just like learning to walk requires falling, learning to swim requires experiencing choking, learning to ride a bicycle requires experiencing wrestling.

He looked at this Ethan who looked like himself and forgave himself.

Taylor appeared in front of Katherine in time like a savior, and Katherine told Taylor, "Ethan thought of me again, let him forget me, let him like someone else."

Taylor sighed, erasing all Ethan's memory of Katherine.

"Katherine, if it were me, I'd just accept Ethan." Taylor glanced at her and said softly.

"You don't understand, Taylor, I just don't want to make another Stefan."

Stefan was heartbroken when he heard her words.

Love is a double-edged sword, both she and he are hurt.

It was night, and Katherine was standing on the balcony. She took off the freesia that Ethan had stuck in her hair, and she was about to lose it.But I lost it several times, and I really couldn't bear to let go.This is the first time she has received flowers from someone.The freesia has withered, but the gentle and fresh fragrance is still there, and Katherine is a little dazed.

Stefan was looking up at her from downstairs, lost in thought too.

■65■

There are a few people running and jumping on the basketball court in the community park, and a few sparse spectators sitting on the surrounding benches.

Katherine watched Taylor run and leap under the basketball hoop, and Stefan watched her.

He heard the boys talking about her in twos and threes around her:

"That's Taylor's sister."

"She's hot."

"She's so hot."

"She's perfect."

"She never dated anyone."

"She's always alone."

"I heard she doesn't like men."

"Is she Lesbian?"

"Probably."

"What a pity."

"Yes."

She took a towel and a bottle of drink, and ran to Taylor during the break.

Although Taylor wasn't tired at all, and wasn't sweating much, she took a towel and wiped his head.

The way she looked at him was so warm, loving, and peaceful. It seemed that she enjoyed the feeling of taking care of others.

Stefan felt a sudden tinge of jealousy.She had never been so nice to him.

"Katherine, there is a high-end customer who fell in love with the vintage dress you made in the last movie. He wants to order a more luxurious vintage... wedding... dress." Taylor glanced at Katherine, who was lonely, and suddenly felt that this seemed like Not a good idea.

"Forget it, we still pushed him." Taylor smiled apologetically, picked up the phone and was about to call the big guy.

Katherine pressed his hand that dialed the phone, "Why did you reject it? Taylor, I'm not that sensitive, I'm willing to make this wedding dress."

She looked at him and thought: Taylor, for you, I would do anything.

"Forget about the wedding dress, I'll go play basketball for a while. I have to burn off the extra energy, or I'll do something terrible again."

"Okay." Suddenly, she turned her back and tugged at the corner of Taylor's shirt nervously, "Ethan seems to be coming this way."

"Don't be nervous. We live in the same neighborhood. It's normal to meet occasionally. He may not recognize you. If he treats you... again, I know what to do."

"..." Katherine's lips twitched, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it after all.

She chose a remote place to sit down, holding the beret on her head with one hand, as if the hat was a mountain that could completely cover her.

Ethan sat in the first few rows, his flying blond hair was shining in the spring breeze under the sun, and the golden thread-like hair was curled and piled on his head, forming beautiful waves.She really wanted to reach out and touch it.

Suddenly, Ethan in the front row turned his head and met her eyes.He seemed to be struck by lightning, and his whole body was stiff. After a while, he stood up and walked towards her.

"Heyyou!" He stared at her deeply, with a confused look on his face, he asked, "Have we met before? I think we are very familiar, as if I have seen you many times, but... I can't remember who you are .Of course, I don't know you. If I knew a girl like you, I would never forget it."

Ethan's eyes were so focused and intense, as if he only had eyes for her, and she was the most important person in the world.

Stefan looked at the expression on her face. More than 100 years ago, at Salvatore's manor, after he confessed to her, she had the same expression: surprised, moved, and heartbroken.

Sure enough, she didn't refuse him this time, she reached out to him, "Hello, my name is Katherine."

"My name is Ethan." He smiled so happily, as if meeting her was the happiest thing in his life.

"You have bits of ribbon in your hair—" She lied, and used it as an excuse to touch his hair calmly.

If she hadn't touched it with her own hands, she couldn't imagine that a tall and burly boy like Ethan would have such soft hair.

Well, the soft, curly and docile hair slipped between her fingers, it felt so good. Stefan's hair was just as soft and smooth.

She was startled suddenly, and her hands stopped in mid-air.

Stefan watched all this from a distance, looked at his chestnut hair in the rear mirror with resentment, and said resentfully: Fuccccccccck!Has she started liking blonde hair? ?

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■66■

Taylor was "invited" by Stefan again.

This time, with the help of the wizard, Stefan got on top of Taylor.

Standing at his door, he could clearly hear Katherine cleaning his room.

He took out the key, opened the door, and looked at her.

At this moment, she was very embarrassed, lying under the bed to grab something, her face was flushed, and there were scraps of paper on her hair.

After her unremitting efforts, she finally got what she wanted, which was a dress.

She grabbed the clothes and got out from under the bed, and stood in front of him angrily. She stretched out her hands and squeezed his ears, and said sternly, "I've said it ten thousand times, don't throw away worn clothes! Put them in the dirty In the clothes basket! Taylor, I don't understand how you can't remember something so simple!?"

"I just haven't come to help you clean up the room for three days, you can make such a mess!" she complained, letting go.

Stefan tilted his head slightly, yearning for the delicacy and coolness of her fingertips.

"What's the matter? You can't be angry like this, can you?" Katherine turned to look at him.

"It's too messy here." He pushed her shoulder, "I think we'll go to your place."

"Uh... alright." Katherine was pushed out the door by him.

Stefan really wanted to see her place.

For a while, he was always watching her, like a pervert, but he couldn't see her as soon as she returned to the house. He had to look at the light in her window, from the light on to the light off, before he left.

No matter how powerful he was, he had to get her permission to enter her home.

He could buy the entire apartment she lived in, but he didn't want to push her too fast.

He knew very well that she didn't want to have any more contact with him, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen to leave in the first place.

He looked at her house, which had very little furniture and strange materials, either plastic or glass.Even the chairs are made of plastic like beach chairs.And there were only two of them, and it was obvious that she wasn't going to entertain anyone here, except